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Mr. Bumble’s voice.
He needn’t haven taken the trouble to shrink from Mr.
Bumble’s glance, however; for that functionary, on whom
the prediction of the gentleman in the white waistcoat had
made a very strong impression, thought that now the un-
dertaker had got Oliver upon trial the subject was better
avoided, until such time as he should be firmly bound for
seven years, and all danger of his being returned upon the
hands of the parish should be thus effectually and legally
overcome.
‘Well,’ said Mr. Sowerberry, taking up his hat. ‘the sooner
this job is done, the better. Noah, look after the shop. Oliver,
put on your cap, and come with me.’ Oliver obeyed, and fol-
lowed his master on his professional mission.
They walked on, for some time, through the most crowd-
ed and densely inhabited part of the town; and then, striking
down a narrow street more dirty and miserable than any
they had yet passed through, paused to look for the house
which was the object of their search. The houses on either
side were high and large, but very old, and tenanted by
people of the poorest class: as their neglected appearance
would have sufficiently dentoed, without the concurrent
testimony afforded by the squalid looks of the few men and
women who, with folded arms and bodies half doubled, oc-
casionally skulked along. A great many of the tenements
had shop-fronts; but these were fast closed, and mouldering
away; only the upper rooms being inhabited. Some houses
which had become insecure from age and decay, were pre-
vented from falling into the street, by huge beams of wood